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The Sheltered Poet
Above all be of single aim. (James Allen)
Monday, July 5, 2010
Patrick T. Randolph
Tiny Child Pretending to Sleep
A whisper,
Mother’s kiss—
giggles explode.
Theater on the River
Turtle’s eyes
Observe clouds—
Water dancers!
The Voice
Breath poems—
in her ear—
Goosebumps build skin!
{Poetry by Patrick T. Randolph}
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forever dancing
May the artistic expression of
God's grace be my holy testimony.
May the dance of my life continue
as long as there is breath in me.
Melanie M. Eyth
danceofmyhands@aol.com
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